I'm so sexy...

My eyes can't even handle how sexy I am

Another day at the retina specialist. I love paying doctors $30 to have them tell me I'm fine when I already knew that.

It's that time of year again...

Every year, school gets out and I have a few weeks left at my tutoring job. During this time of struggling to meet all my deadlines and having to say goodbye to my seniors, I also have the task of finding summer employment. This year I thought I'd be smart and start early in hopes that someone would hire me right after I said adios to Savannah High School class of 2010. Alas, I have not found said employment yet.

I've been at it for about 2 months now. At first I was really picky, but now I've reached the point that I'll just take what I can get. Since the start of June, I've applied to about 100 jobs. I didn't think it was possible, but yes, that's right, 100. It's exhausting and hard to see the any rewards from it all (mostly because that reward would be employment, and that has yet to happen). I've had a few interviews, and some more on the way. But my patience is wearing thin... especially since my next door neighbor always seems to be shooting his airsoft gun at the fence that is 2 yards away from my bedroom window.... like he is right now.

Dear CSUF,

Can I get an advance on my Pel Grant so I can buy groceries next month? Just send that check my way, thanks. Also, tell Larry that he should just stop mulling over who he wants to hire at the transfer center because, obviously, I'm the gal for the job.

Your BFF,
Jill

Be mine

I'm not one for huge, over produced Valentine's Day shenanigans. This year, Boyfriend and I had a nice meal in. He made me Spanish food and I was in charge of the drink.
After searching 4 stores across the North Orange County area, no one had Cherry 7-Up, the perfect Valentine's Day drink. I finally found it at Wal Mart (yeah, that's how desperate I was for this stuff).
Our Cherry 7-Up was no ordinary drink, you see. I was able to make it our love potion. I know its totally cheesy but it turned out really cute. I whipped this number up in photoshop.


Let me know if you want to use this for your next lovey day. I can send you the file. The paper size is 8 1/2 by 14.

Here's George!

I tried to get in early with my spring cleaning since I will be quite busy this spring with classes and (hopefully) 2 jobs. While thumbing through some old negatives, there he was, George! Miracle of miracles I found a dollar! Finding money I didn't know I had is one of the things that makes my day. I quickly noticed that this was no ordinary dollar, he had a tattoo. See for yourself:

This guy seems like he had seen better days so I promptly logged on to www.wheresgeorge.com where I discovered his herritage. He had previously been in Yucaipa, CA. Upon seeing this, I realized I had received him as payment for photo supplies from my friend, Christa.

Last night I spent George on some Taco Bell. Farewell, my wrinkled friend. I can't wait to see where you're off to next.

I'll cut you

Dear housemates,

I am writing to inquire about the alarming number of razors located in the showering facility we share. I know that using a fresh razor is completely necessary to keep parts of yourself free of body hair while also preventing from pesky nicks caused by a dull razor. Is it necessary, though, to have more than one razor belonging to you? I believe the answer to this question is no. Now I can understand that you may be a multi-tasker while in there. You might be shaving both your legs at the same time. This would require the use of only one extra razor as I am fairly sure that both of you only have two hands. This still doesn't account for the 8 (yes 8) razors located in our bathroom. If you do not believe me, here is some photographic evidence:

Please consider rethinking your shaving needs. I am tired of moving my loofah and knocking 3 razors on to the shower floor.

Sincerely,

Your BFF Jill

testing. testing. one. two. three.

PROCRASTINATION!